Bring fact-checked results to the top of your browser search. The 20th century In the first half of the 20th century the appeal of the short story continued to grow. Literally hundreds of writers—including, as it seems, nearly every major dramatist, poet, and novelist—published thousands of excellent stories.
Appomattox Court House The poetry and songs of the Civil War For most of the 20th century it was widely held that the Civil War had produced few great works of literature. Portrait illustration of Stephen Crane by Fred Steffen. Library of Congress, Washington, D. There is also the matter of what constitutes a work of Civil War literature.
Does it have to be about the fighting? Presented here are a sampling of both. Ethnogenesis Hath not the morning dawned with added light? And shall not evening call another star Out of the infinite regions of the night, To mark this day in Heaven? At last, we are A nation among nations; and the world Shall soon behold in many a distant port Another flag unfurled!
Now, come what may, whose favor need we court? And, under God, whose thunder need we fear? Thank Him who placed us here Beneath so kind a sky—the very sun Takes part with us; and on our errands run All breezes of the ocean; dew and rain Do noiseless battle for us; and the year, And all the gentle daughters in her train, March in our ranks, and in our service wield Long spears of golden grain!
A Barn burning faulkner quiz blossom as her fairy shield June flings her azure banner to the wind, While in the order of their birth Her sisters pass, and many an ample field Grows white beneath their steps, till now, behold, Its endless sheets unfold The snow of Southern summers!
Let the earth Rejoice! And what if, mad with wrongs themselves have wrought, In their own treachery caught, By their own fears made bold, And leagued with him of old, Who long since in the limits of the North, Set up his evil throne, and warred with God— What if, both mad and blinded in their rage Our foes should fling us down their mortal gage, And with a hostile step profane our sod!
We shall not shrink, my brothers, but go forth To meet them, marshaled by the Lord of Hosts, And overshadowed by the mighty ghosts Of Moultrie and Eutaw—who shall foil Auxiliars such as these?
Nor these alone, But every stock and stone Shall help us; but the very soil, And all the generous wealth it gives to toil, And all for which we love our noble land, Shall fight beside, and through us; sea and strand, The heart of woman, and her hand, Tree, fruit, and flower, and every influence, Gentle, or grave, or grand; The winds in our defense Shall seem to blow; to us the hills shall lend Their firmness and their calm; And in our stiffened sinews we shall blend The strength of pine and palm!
III Nor would we shun the battleground, Though weak as we are strong; Call up the clashing elements around, And test the right and wrong! And on the other, scorn of sordid gain, Unblemished honor, truth without a stain, Faith, justice, reverence, charitable wealth, And, for the poor and humble, laws which give, Not the mean right to buy the right to live, But life, and home, and health!
IV But let our fears—if fears we have—be still, And turn us to the future! Could we climb Some mighty Alp, and view the coming time, The rapturous sight would fill Our eyes with happy tears! The hour perchance is not yet wholly ripe When all shall own it, but the type Whereby we shall be known in every land Is that vast gulf which lips our Southern strand, And through the cold, untempered ocean pours Its genial streams, that far off Arctic shores, May sometimes catch upon the softened breeze Strange tropic warmth and hints of summer seas.
Poems, Memorial Edition, Richmond, Virginia, Originally Federal property, it had been the first Confederate prize of the Civil War; it was natural that the Union would want it back.
The siege of Charleston—so called, although the city was never actually besieged from the land—began July 10,and continued for days of more or less continuous bombardment. Timrod wrote this poem about the city in Charleston Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow, In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, The city bides the foe.
No Calpe frowns from lofty cliff or scar To guard the holy strand; But Moultrie holds in leash her dogs of war Above the level sand. And down the dunes a thousand guns lie couched, Unseen, beside the flood— Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched That wait and watch for blood.
And maidens, with such eyes as would grow dim Over a bleeding hound, Seem each one to have caught the strength of him Whose sword she sadly bound. Thus girt without and garrisoned at home, Day patient following day, Old Charleston looks from roof, and spire, and dome, Across her tranquil bay.
Ships, through a hundred foes, from Saxon lands And spicy Indian ports, Bring Saxon steel and iron to her hands, And summer to her courts. But still, along yon dim Atlantic line, The only hostile smoke Creeps like a harmless mist above the brine, From some frail, floating oak.
Shall the spring dawn, and she still clad in smiles, And with an unscathed brow, Rest in the strong arms of her palm-crowned isles, As fair and free as now?
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We know not; in the temple of the Fates God has inscribed her doom; And, all untroubled in her faith, she waits The triumph or the tomb. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall; Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet.Start studying Barn Burning.
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"A Rose for Emily" is a bit more experimental with POV. Faulkner uses a first person plural narrator who could be either a group of men from the town, a group of women from the town, or both.